"I really hate to leave you with all these dusty boxes, Marinette," Adrien told her, standing at the entrance to the attic. It was just days away from their wedding, and though Adrien would have loved to help her pack, he'd been called into work. "Its no trouble," Marinette smiled at her fiance.
"If you and Ralph get bored, you can gossip about my Starbucks addiction," she giggled. Adrien gave her a very Cat Noir like wink. "How do you know we don't do that all ready?" He asked, ducking as a dusty cushion came flying towards him. "Go, before I change my mind." "Bye, love. See you for supper." Marinette caught his kiss, pressing it to her cheek, before sending one back.
Then he was gone, and it was just her and the Kwamis again. Already she missed him, but it was a comfort knowing the separation was almost over for good. As a young Ladybug, she had always hated running away when it was time to detransform, the look of pain and loneliness crossing Cat's face at times.
She moved into a corner of the attic, curious as a box marked "magazines" sat under the eaves. Marinette sneezed as she dragged it out of the corner, the dust motes visible in the light.
"Oh," Marinette stared down into the box. The Kwamis who had been playing cards heard her and came flying over. "Is something wrong?" Tikki asked, noting the wistful tone of her owner's voice. "Did you find moldy cheese?" Plagg asked, hopefully, and Marinette snorted. "You are the only creature I know who would be happy about moldy cheese," she giggled, cuddling the Kwami to her cheek. "But no. These are my magazines when Emile, Adrien's mother ran her own magazine."
Emile had run it till she had gotten sick, and to find a copy these days were rare. "Hey, this one's about wedding hairstyles," she said. "Maybe there's a look in here I could use."
Carefully and delicately she turned the yellowing pages, and suddenly the magazine flipped to a particular page. "My wedding hairstyle" was captioned across the page and Marinette peered closely at the photo. It was Emile.
Marinette felt suddenly warm all over. Was this a message from Emile that she should wear the same style? She would do it, in honor of Adrien's mother.
"Wherever you are, Emile, you'd be very proud of your son. Even if you can't be with us, you'll be in our hearts and minds." "And your hair," Plagg cracked a joke. "Plagg, don't ruin the moment!" Marinette fought back a smile as Plagg tried to look contrite. "Sorry." "Don't be. Now, how about we get out of this dusty attic for awhile?"